The Accountant
By DDDave
"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking"
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Being a Junior Accountant at an obscure but well regarded college like The Institute of Technology and Science has been the dream of a lifetime. And the best job I've ever had!
NOT!!
It's horrible! Mind-numbing, wretched, boring and pays poorly. Ugh. But here I am. I'd quit and go somewhere else but I don't have the experience, don't have the resume and it's tough out there just at the moment. And I'm uncertain of myself in the best of circumstances.
At the end of another day I stopped at my favorite bench out side the Library and indulged in some girl watching. Over the past months that is the one thing in my life that has improved! I sat and watched as the co-eds ambled, sashayed and strutted by. There was more cleavage on display than ever before. And if not cleavage, then tight sweaters clinging to bouncing, bobbing, jiggling juggs! And I love big tits!
As I'm sitting there I see Melanie "Melons" Myjeski coming down the walkway. Melons, Melanie that is, is one of the administrative assistants in my section. She's earned her nickname in the last few months. Prior to that she was so flat chested as to be unnoticeable. Not any more!
Some women might react poorly if their tits suddenly doubled in size and then doubled again! Not "Melons"! She bore her new endowments proudly, showing them off wherever she went. Tight, low cut, whatever she wore was designed to showcase her now massive boobs. Her waist length platinum blonde hair tumbled past her waist and shone in the sunshine.
She ignored me as she went by. I don't think she even knew my name.
And as I'm sitting there, watching "Melons" parade down the sidewalk, I start to have a heart attack!
The light dims, the sounds fade away. I can't feel my self. And I can't move!
"Don't panic, you're fine," says the EMT. 'He got to me fast!' I think.
"Naw, I'm not an EMT. You're fine. No heart attack. No one will notice us here on the bench." There IS no one else on the bench! What is going on?
"My name is," the voice made a noise that could not be formed by a human mouth. "But you can call me The Boob God. I'm the one that has caused all the improvements that you were just admiring! One of the Professor's here managed to resurrect me recently and I've been doing what I can to improve the lives of the ones who believe as I do. At one time I was a powerful force of nature. Now I'm constrained to this, much reduced, iteration. But I can still have an effect! And I'm going to bless you, Aloysius Thomas Rodman!"
Okay, now that was scary. No one knew my full, legal name. My license reads "Al T. Rodman". No one, ever, calls me Aloysius! Everyone knows me as Tom. I was forced to consider that maybe this was real? Nah, not likely.
"I can tell you are not believing. I'll have to prove myself. The next girl that walks by is going to show you her tits!"
And here comes a well stacked co-ed. Just as she draws even with me she drops her notebook. As she bends over to pick it up her tits fall out of her low cut sweater! Unhurriedly, while facing me, she tucks her self away and strolls off.
"Have fun, kid," says the voice as the world around me come back into sharp focus. Some how I know that whatever had just happened had ended. I pulled myself together, went home and had a good night's sleep.
Then the next day...
"Hey! Stop staring at my girl!" I felt my chair get pulled out from under me. I managed to catch myself from falling and turned to face Mac MacIntyre. Mac was the office bully, a mid-level manager who felt it was his job to make all around him as miserable as possible.
I had been gazing dreamily at the cleavage Melons, uh, Melanie, was displaying in her low-cut sweater before he had interrupted.
As if in slow motion I watched Mac pull his arm back to punch me. As he slowly swung I leaned back, out of the way. It was easy. My reflexes were much faster than his! Over balanced, he fell to the floor and in doing so, pulled me down on top of him.
I rolled off him and found Melons was kneeling next to me.
She pulled my head to her bodacious bosom and cuddled me there while she yelled at Mac.
"I'm not your girl! We went out three times and I never want to see you again! You are a horrid man! Now leave me alone. And don't you dare touch Tom again, you monster!"
"I'm fine," I told her. "I'm fine." But she didn't let me go. Instead she pulled me even closer. Her half naked tits were crushed against my face. Her hands cradled me to her chest. No sense fighting the inevitable, I decided. So I just stayed there, being held against some of the biggest and nicest tits I'd ever encountered!
Mac stormed off, cursing and shoving anyone and anything that got in his way. He was one very unhappy man!
"Come on, let me help you up," Melons said. I was fine but she insisted in helping me to my feet. In the process she managed to press her self and her substantial bust against me again. She kept one arm around my waist as she looked up into my eyes.
"Let's get you home. You should take the rest of the day off. That horrid Mac is going to get in a lot of trouble for this, I can tell you!"
She insisted on driving me home. I confess I didn't fight too hard. And the whole trip, while Melons chatted about this and that I had a front row seat to how her boobs rose and fell, jiggled and shook and generally put on a world class show! God, I love big tits!
"Here we are," she announced, waking me from my revere.